The little girl on the screen had a sweet smile and a faint dimple on her left cheek.
Yan Feifan looked at the photo with a sense of déjà vu.
A feeling like that doesn't come from nowhere.
Coupled with the broadcast about the missing girl echoing throughout the shopping mall, Yan Feifan began to search his memory, trying to pinpoint the source of this familiarity…
"Feifan, what do you think of this bag on me? Does it look good?"
Yan Ziruo was wearing a shoulder bag, looking at herself in the mirror from every angle.
When she got no response, she turned to see her brother staring blankly at the large screen outside the store.
Yan Ziruo was used to seeing her brother zone out like this, so she didn't bother him.
Just as she was about to look away, she was surprised to see Yan Feifan suddenly take off and run out of the store…
Yan Feifan had found the source of his feeling of familiarity.
